speak my thoughts.
Monday, June 25, 2007 6/25/2007 02:19:00 PM
I’ve been out since last week. From work, to chilling, to sentosa, to partying, it just keeps coming in. Been coming home late, very late and sometimes not at all. I think I’m getting use to this.
Sheesh.
I guess this is the time I had to let loose.
Because mommy’s mad at me for being a little too much naughty now that I’m 19, she still thinks I’m her little baby. Of course I am still mama. She means the whole world to me. But I guess I’m selfish because I’m at a teenage growing phase, what’s in my thought for now is jus fun, fun, more fun can. Now even I’m stuck at home for a couple of hrs I’m starting to get bored. Please bring me out to play. Well anyway, my holi's are spent with love, mostly. I’m loving it whole.
I am as tired as a motherfucker but I can't doze off. I smoked half a pack in the last half an hour to feel dizzy but I still cannot go to sleep.
i need a huggie from my teddy. Perhaps I miss the boy with his tough-cookie act but eyes as soft and vulnerable as a newly broken heart, or maybe I am just hungry.
I believe that young adults I should say do not even make the right decisions. Well, marriage is not the hu ha thingy. It’s a mix of love, trust and understandings for what I see and taught from experienced persons. And because it was meant for a couple to start a continuing cycle for the family, it’s called pride, for the human generation, it's called duty. But the thing is I really don’t understand is when they take this as a joke. For after thousands of buckaroonies spent, all it takes to ruin the wonderful concept of marriage is from a simple cunning word “divorce”. Think for the moment, even after a divorce and moved on to marry someone, then you think it’s going to work out this time. Maybe, but it’s proven only 5% is capable. I don’t mean to humiliate but a lesson I’ve learned here. Don’t rush things. Don’t run away from the problem. But to face the music because it will never end if you keep running, it’s not how good you are at running away from it but it’s how long can you run away from this? is the question.
Ok fuck, I’m starting to sound like a marriage therapist, but hey, that’s what u get being mixed with the kinda environment, it makes u think. So I’m off to having a good nap, waiting secrecy anxiously to see the boy later, I already miss him.
i write habitually as a way to
verbalize my far too complex thoughts which
are always in a web of words, tightly woven in fabric of sentences
that complicate life unnessarily.
